[He circles her one more time and then points to the window he dive-kicked open. It no longer looks out over her yard but over a dusty, otherwordly landscape that only looks a little like Detroit. There is a sprawling maze and at its center, what's trying very hard to be a castle.]
It's there. In my to-sell pile. I make a good profit off Ebay from antiques and yours will fetch me quite a pretty faerie penny.
[Morrigan squints and studies the landscape.] That doesn't look that horrible.
[Ignoring the whole "btw your landscape vanished" trick, she rolls up her sleeves and heads towards the window.] You're gonna have to get your pennies from somewhere else.
[With a grunt, she hefts one leg and starts to climb out of the window.] I meant what I said-- I've got a deadline.
[The Goblin King finds himself conflicted. On one hand, he wants to be insulted by this mortal's sheer lack of AWE at his presence and clearly impressive magical prowess. But on the other...she is feisty! Maybe this won't be so boring after all.]
[He drifts by her and swishes his cape again. Morrigan's cozy home spirals away into The Void and the two of them are alone on a hill top. There is glitter everywhere. It kind of looks like a Kirland's threw up out here.]
Very well. If you can make it to the center of the labyrinth before the bidding on your sewing machine ends, you can have it back.
[He turns and watches her go. Now that is a lady who has places to be. He hums to himself and disappears in a flourish of gaudy glitter.]
[The labyrinth wall rises menacingly as Morrigan nears it. The outside is carved with twisted faces set with gems and warnings scrawled in a language older than man. There is also a mailbox overflowing with unopened letters.]
[Morrigan stares at the different faces and gems, frowning at the language she doesn't understand. She eyes the mailbox and then walks past it and into the labryinth proper.] Okay, let's see.. Starting north, and..
[The walls are high and the bricks appear damp. Upon closer inspection, it's just more glitter. The stuff is fucking everywhere. The labyrinth itself is as straightforward as a labyrinth can be. Turning corridors, dead ends, warnings, and bones litter Morrigan's path.]
[Morrigan frowns and half wishes she'd brought an umbrella since it seems to be raining the stuff. Morrigan takes a random corridor and watches for anything that might leap at her.] Sheesh, how much glitter did you spill in here?
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It's there. In my to-sell pile. I make a good profit off Ebay from antiques and yours will fetch me quite a pretty faerie penny.
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[Ignoring the whole "btw your landscape vanished" trick, she rolls up her sleeves and heads towards the window.] You're gonna have to get your pennies from somewhere else.
[With a grunt, she hefts one leg and starts to climb out of the window.] I meant what I said-- I've got a deadline.
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[He drifts by her and swishes his cape again. Morrigan's cozy home spirals away into The Void and the two of them are alone on a hill top. There is glitter everywhere. It kind of looks like a Kirland's threw up out here.]
Very well. If you can make it to the center of the labyrinth before the bidding on your sewing machine ends, you can have it back.
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[Clever, Goblin King.] Tell me that first, then I'll tell you if I agree to it.
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[He drifted by her again, his feet hovering showily above the weeds.]
Thirteen and a half hours. Or best offer.
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[Sinc he looked like he was finished, Morrigan started down the nearest path, nodding confidently.] Plenty!
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[The labyrinth wall rises menacingly as Morrigan nears it. The outside is carved with twisted faces set with gems and warnings scrawled in a language older than man. There is also a mailbox overflowing with unopened letters.]
[Somewhere, someone is humming.]
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[She falls quiet as she keeps walking.]
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